Erin's World Ch. 02

I awoke in the morning to find that Ryan was already up. I wondered how he'd be now, after a night to think about what had happened between me and Red, the foreman. It was the first time in our marriage that I'd had sex with someone else. It was a big step. Even though we both had wanted it, it was still something we were going to have to discuss. I wondered if Ryan felt the same way as he had before we did it, now, in the cold, stark light of day. I was worried that he would suffer from post-coital regret. That is, now that he'd cum and slept on it, would he be sorry I did it, or worse, would he be angry?

I got up slowly and showered in our newly redone bathroom. I smiled at the new flooring, the new tile. I'd rewarded Red for doing such a good job on it and now I knew I'd think about what we'd done every time I was in there. After I was cleaned up I knew I had to join Ryan in the kitchen and begin, "the talk." I thought I might need some help so I had an inspiration. I dressed in the same outfit I'd worn when I seduced Red, the lycra mini skirt and the babydoll short short T shirt. I even got on my fuck me heels and clicked across the floor to find Ryan sipping coffee.

"Hi," I said shyly.

"Wow, hi," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"It's the outfit I had on....you know....yesterday."

"Obviously, you sent me the pictures, remember?"

"Oh, right. I just thought you'd appreciate seeing it live, Red certainly did."

"You certainly were right. It does make you look like a total slut, you said that's what you were looking for."

"You sound like you don't like it," I said with concern.

"No, no, that's not it. It's just...I don't know...a lot to process."

"I know it is. That letter you wrote me about what you want, what you fantasize about was a really big step. I can't believe you wanted me to go ahead and do it, finally."

"I did, and I do. I just want to make sure I don't...you know...lose you in the process."

"Wow, that's what you are worried about? You are not going to lose me. I had no interest in that guy, other than to fuck him and make you and I get off with each other so well. We did get off well, didn't we?"

"Hell yeah. I can't remember the last time I came so hard," he admitted. "I just want to make sure that we are going to be good and that you don't....you know...make it difficult on me."

I was right. He was concerned. Turns out he was worried about being humilated or that I'd try to sissify him or something. I told him it wasn't like that at all. For us, we both fantasize about the same things. We were just going to enjoy what the other desires. I, for one, had no intention of doing anything that didn't totally get Ryan off.

"I know that allowing my wife to have sex with other guys is humiliating in itself. I know that that is part of the excitement as well. I just don't want to be that guy whose wife fucks everyone and tells everyone what a limp, small dicked loser her husband is."

"I wouldn't want that either," I agreed. "You have the nicest dick I've ever had and you are far and away the most skilled lover. This all is basically just extended foreplay for us. It's just meant to excite us for each other. We are just using others for our own ends. I'd never humiliate you like that."

"I have to admit, I do like some of it, though," he said shyly. "I can't help it. It's humiliating to get those pictures of you and know some guy is going to be getting you. That part of the humiliation I like. Speaking of that, I was in a meeting the moment you sent the last picture, the picture of your reddened ass and his cum leaking down your legs. The second I opened it my boss looked right at me. I know he could see my face flush. At that exact moment I couldn't help but think of the fantasy of you and him. I swear he could read my mind or something because he just gave me a knowing smile and continued the meeting."

"Wow, yeah. I couldn't believe the part in the letter where you want me to do something with him. He's sixty something, right?"

"Actually, he's 58, I think. He just looks older because of his gray hair. I just get off on the thought of the age difference. Just the thought of my 27 year old wife pleasuring a guy 31 years older....wow. Do you know I also get off on the idea of you having sex with a younger guy, too?"

"Really? How young?"

"Well, legal, of course, so, at least 18. But the thought of you giving it to some guy like that, basically teaching him how to fuck an older slut, and him being able to get up over and over...instantly makes me hard."

"I can see that," I smiled as I stroked him through his pajama bottoms. "So these things make you excited still? You still want to continue?"

"Yes, if you can assure me that we'll do it so that both of us get off, not just you."

"You should already know that's true, but yes, I can promise I won't do anything where you won't be a total part of it."

"I like that. I want to be a part of it. But that doesn't mean you can't plan things, or do things without my knowledge beforehand, just as long as we have some hot sex right after it. I'm not saying you have to always text everything you are doing. Sometimes, in fact, I think the denial of information, the surprise or the teasing can ramp up the excitement for me."

"For example?"

"Well, let's say you are going to go out. You allow me to watch you dress, maybe even have me help pick out an outfit. The whole time you tease me with, "do you think some guy will like this one?" or, "can you imagine someone ripping these off me?" Then, I see you in the bathroom putting on makeup and perfume. You keep telling me things like, "I wonder if I'm going to suck some cock tonight," or, "I can't believe you are going to let so and so fuck your slut of a wife." The whole time, maybe for days before you tell me not to touch myself, and certainly not to cum until you get home from being fucked. That kind of denial really turns me on. I do not ever want to be the kind of cuckold that gets his cock caged or one where his wife tells him he'll never have sex with her again. What good is that? However, a little denial or teasing, can be very very good."

"I think so too. That's why I told you to deny yourself until Red was done with me. You see how that worked out," I grinned.

"Speaking of him, are you going to see him again?"

"I hadn't thought about it. He asked, you know. I told him, "maybe." I really hadn't considered it fully. He did have a nice cock, but I pretty much just liked the scenario, the fantasy. We wanted to let me reward him for his work and that made the fantasy really hot. Seeing him again just to see him....well that isn't as exciting."

"You wouldn't consider him as part of the fantasy I have for you to take a lover?"

"Like I said, I really liked his cock but there are tons of guys with nice cocks. What made it special was the fantasy we both constructed. I guess it is possible we could have some more work done on the house," I winked.

His look of disappointment turned to an embarrassed smile.

"Don't worry, if you are still willing I'll most certainly make that fantasy come true for you."

He smiled broadly. "So what next?"

"You want me to go ahead?"

"Yes."

"I will. I think this will work better if we don't talk about it for now. I want you to know that yes, I'm going to do something, soon and that I want the surprise to be part of the excitement."

"Soon? How soon is soon?"

I knew I couldn't just string him along, it was only fair to give him some kind of time frame. "Let's say two weeks. In the next two weeks I plan to do another one of the fantasies on your list."

That was all I'd tell him, no matter how much he begged. For the next few days our sex was frantic, we both got off to the dirty talk about what I'd done, or what I might do.

I had ideas in mind, I mean, he gave me a lot of options! Taking a lover for a short time? That was a thought that made me wet each time I thought about it but that would take time. That would take me meeting the right person for it. Going out to bars and picking up strangers? We both mentioned that consistently, but that was something we really should do together, with him in on it, if only for safety sake. I'd promised him something within two weeks. It had to be one of the other fantasies. One was fucking one of his friends, the other was doing something with his boss, Rob. Ryan actually made the decision for me, albeit without his knowledge.

His friends generally hang out at our place. They drink, listen to loud music or they watch sporting events. I play the good hostess. Like I've said before, some of his friends are total foxes and more than one of them has tried to hit on me. Often, when I'm in the kitchen one of them will sneak in and grab me by my waist and twirl me around, often feeling me up in the process. I'm not sure there's still one of them left that hasn't "accidently" felt up my tits or pawed my ass. I've been drunkely propositioned more than a few times and often the flirting has an overtly sexual flair. His friends know I'm not a prude, that, and the way I dress around them, makes them swarm around me like bees to honey. I really had no concern that I couldn't make that happen the very next time they all got together. However, as luck would have it, they had nothing planned in the next two weeks. I know I could've suggested it to Ryan, but I also knew that would spoil any surprise I had in mind.

That left me with one option. In a way, it was one of the dirtiest, at least for me. The boss. I didn't have any doubt Rob wanted me. I had no doubt I could make it happen. However, the hard part for me would be the how. How could I do something with Ryan's boss? How could I make sure it would neither humiliate my husband to the point of quitting his job, or somehow lead to him getting fired? This was a tricky one. Ryan wanted some of the humiliation but not total and complete personal and professional embarrassment. I had to tread carefully on this one. I had to try and make sure it would stay as secret as possible. It would've been easy if Rob was married. I could just threaten to tell his wife and that would probably be enough to keep him quiet. However, he was widowed, his wife had passed away more than five years ago, just before Ryan started his job at the company. I sat home during the next few quickly passing days thinking about options. The more I thought, the wetter I'd get. Ryan was no help, he kept pestering me about what I had in mind. We were still fucking daily, still in the afterglow of the thing with Red. I knew it was close to the time I needed to cut him off, even though it would signal to him that something was up. In the meantime we continued to get each other off in the way that only we could do for each other.

Opportunity. That's all I needed. It came through no actions of mine. Ryan came home that Friday and said that he needed to be out of town on Sunday through Tuesday to take care of a work issue. That was Ryan's job. He was basically a field rep and he often went on these short, problem solving trips. I had to hold back the smile when he told me. I acted concerned and told him everything would be ok. Ryan bugged me until Sunday night about sex. He kept asking me if I was planning on fucking anyone while he was gone. I just smiled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I just kidded. I told him to not touch himself or jack off while he was gone. I told him that even if I had nothing planned that I felt we both needed him to be fully recharged when he got back.

I think it just excited him more, the possibilities of it all. I myself didn't take my own advice after I dropped Ryan off at the airport, I masturbated hard that night. I was thinking about what I might do with Rob, what I did with Red, and what I was going to be doing from now on.

I had a really dirty idea planned. It was borne out of what had happened at the BBQ with Rob before. I'd teased him with good looks at my tits and had basically showed off in front of him in my tight, way too short denim jean shorts. When I "apologized" to him for them riding up over my ass, he'd asked why I wore them and I had teased him that that was exactly why I'd worn them. I had a plan to use that discussion to make the fantasy happen. I knew he enjoyed the discussion about my wardrobe choices. I thought of an idea to let him see more of them. It was aburd, at least in a common sense way, it may also be a bit obscene, but I knew it would work.

On Monday morning I gathered up some things from my dresser, put them in a bag. I put on a just above the knee skirt and a sharp, white blouse. It was professional, classy looking, while still being sexy. I put on my strap heels which I knew would have the desired effect later. I looked like either a classy secretary to a big wig, or a high priced call girl. Either way, I think it worked. I headed out. I'd debated on wearing panties at all but again, I decided that sometimes it is better when you see them coming off.

I arrived at Ryan's office building at 10:45 am. I knew their schedule, it was always the same. They had meetings until 11, then they went to their offices, worked until 12, had lunch, then went back to work at 1pm. If I figured right, this gave me two hours, all of which I thought I might need. I had the advantage of knowing the layout. I walked softly, past the secretarial area, which one can avoid by turning down the corridor first, which was bascially a "U" shape of offices. I could walk around their area and still get to the office I sought.

I was lucky the door was unlocked. I hadn't considered what I'd have done if it was. I snuck inside. I sat on the corner of the desk. I tried many different positions, trying to look sexy, I kept talking myself out of them. Finally, I just decided to lean against the desk, standing, with my hand on my hip. Rob burst in and stopped in his tracks.

"Whoa, Erin. Sorry, didn't expect you this morning!"

That worried me. "Are you expecting someone else? I can come back...."

"No, that's not what I meant, I just meant Ryan is out of town and the last person I'd expect to see in my office would be his wife. So, what brings you in?"

I could see him admiring the view. I know he was comparing this look to the one at the BBQ, he'd seen me enough times now to pretty much have seen all but the best parts.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked shyly. He nodded. "I'm worried about Ryan. I worried that he....oh god, I don't know how to say this. I'm worried that he doesn't find me attractive anymore. I'm worried he might be cheating on me," I said as I let a tear form in my eye.

"That's crazy. I know he thinks the world of you. He talks about you every day. Most of us get sick of hearing how great you are!" He laughed.

"Really? Is this trip he's on really a work thing?"

"Yes, it really is, I sent him there. Just calm down Erin, you know Ryan loves you."

I wiped away the tear. It surprised me how easy it was to fake it. "That doesn't explain why he hasn't touched me lately. I wonder if he thinks I'm sexy anymore."

"I can assure you he does, as well as every other red blooded american guy in this office," he said with embarrassed effort, as he loosened his tie. He was becoming uncomfortable with the way the discussion was going. That didn't stop him from ogling. I don't think his eyes ever left my top or my legs or went higher than my bustline the whole time. I wanted to grin. I knew I had him. He saw the bag at my feet.

"What have you brought?"

I babbled out that I wanted to surprise Ryan when he got back, that I wanted to get him interested again. I told him I had bought some outfits but that I didn't have anyone to show them to, to see if they think they are sexy or not.

"I could only think of you, sir," I said, stammering. "I remember you mentioning my shorts at the BBQ...I just thought, I don't know...maybe...."

"Maybe what?"

He was interested. He was right in front of me, his hand gently touched my arm, then softly lifted my chin so that our eyes met.

"I just see you as an experienced guy, someone who has been around. Plus, I trust you...."

"You mean old," he laughed. "Though, experienced, I like that, too. You trust me for what?"

I had him hooked, it was time to reel him in. "I don't know, maybe I've made a mistake...I came here with some sexy lingerie, outfits....you know. I wanted you to give me your opinion. I really want Ryan to go wild for them....but maybe that's asking too much....I should go...."

He responded so quickly it was comical. "No, No! Not at all, you are right, you can trust me. No one will know but us. Please, stay."

"Ok," I sniffed as if still unsure.

He quickly went to the office door, he placed a sign on the outer door handle and closed and locked it. He saw me looking. "It says, "in a conference call, do not disturb." Don't worry, I use it all the time, now is when I'm usually doing it anyway."

I almost chuckled when he said "doing it," because if I was correct, he actually would be, and soon.

He sat down on his comfortable bosses chair and swiveled around to me. "Go ahead dear. Show me what you brought. No one will disturb us, they know their job is on the line if they do when that sign is out. Go ahead," he urged me. "I'll give you my honest opinions."

"Ok," I said meekly. "Turn your head."

He said, "look, I'm going to be seeing you anyway, you might as well just get used to it."

I admired his boldness but I wanted it my way. "Please, at least until I'm comfortable, plus, I want to see that first look, that look of surprise, which should tell me all I need to know about whether it is sexy or not."

He reluctantly agreed. He swiveled his chair so he was facing away from me. I slipped out of my panties, then my blouse, then my skirt. I really wished I'd worn something simpler, easier to take off, I was watching the clock. The time was ticking. I could see him getting restless. To placate him I took my pink, lacy panties that I'd been wearing and I tossed it over his shoulder to him. He grunted his approval.

"These are what I was wearing," I said shyly. "They are my normal ones."

"Sexy, very sexy," he said in a low voice.

"You think so? I don't think Ryan even notices them," I lied even though it was Ryan himself who had picked them out for me.

"Yes, I like the color, the style...though I wish I could see them on you to be sure."

I swear I saw him run them quickly under his nose when he thought I wasn't looking. I hurriedly put on the first outfit. It was a lilac Chemise. It was see through, but underneath I had on a black thong and a french cut black bra. I had him turn around. He let out a satisfied grunt.

"Oh yeah, that looks so pretty on you," he said, now sweating, his face was reddening. I had a feeling that wasn't the only place blood was flowing.

I turned and spun and modeled it for him. It allowed him to see through it and see all my curves. I think he particularly liked seeing the thong. It was more ass than he'd seen in years. Much to his chagrin I made him turn around again.

"That was just the first one. I want you to remember each one and tell me which ones are your favorites.....are you sure no one will bother us?"

"No, they won't. I'll remember the outfits, trust me. Go ahead to the next one."

I'd planned it so I would give him a little more each time. I quickly stripped and put on the next one. It was a red baby doll number, meshy and fully see through. It had red lacy panties and a red half bra underneath. He whistled low when he saw it. I got bolder. I walked up to him and pressed my tits together for him, like I was showing him what it would be like if he were Ryan. I put one foot up on his chair and teased him by running my hands under the baby doll, lifting it enticingly as i did so. I quickly turned and sashayed away from him.